another attempt to get the baby out was thwarted yet again – coz she’s still snug as a bug inside. BAH.
i brought the little fella on another trip to the airport, this time ON THE BUS, a rickety one too, where he sat on my lap and sang ‘the wheels on the bus’. sounds like a great way to induce labour? not enough.
then he was let loose, and ran and ran and ran and… well, you get the point. he even ran in circles when there was nowhere else to run to. did i mention it was his nap time?
then we took the skytrain to T3, in which he cooed at little babies in prams, who watched him all a-gog, fascinated by this strange creature who was cooing at them.
then we ate some cake at ‘secret recipe’ because there was a tea time special and mummy badly NEEDED cake. and iced lemon tea. and heck, why not feed him with some chocolate cake too while at it, right? might as well up the sugar content so he’d run more rounds. another great way to induce labour, you think? think again.
COZ STILL NOTHING HAPPENED DOWN THERE!
ok, so maaaayyybe i cheated and had mum along with me during our little excursion. heh.
passed by a couple of girls, one of whom was also pretty heavily preggers. her friend asked when i was due, and i said, well, anytime now. she said, she thought her friend’s tummy was bad, and she’s got two more weeks to go. we laughed and i said, welllll, mine’s WORSE. and i get that kind of camaraderie from fellow pregnant women and mums wherever i go. commiserate and empathise, commiserate and emphatise.
so anyway, then we went up the viewing mall, where all that chocolate cake worked its magic and more running was involved. i think i like the viewing mall at T3 best – there’s something serene about the place, somehow. yes, despite all those kids running around.
what finally made the running cease was the sight of a group of policemen who beckoned him while we waited for our ride home. hmm, duduk diam sekejap. darn it for me, relief for my mum.
and since there was STILL nothing going on womb-wise later at home, i thought, whaddaheck, let’s do one diapercake and mess up the baby room again.
inspired by those frequent trips to the airport? plus, this particular baby’s daddy works there too. 
got around to figuring out that square diaper cake that the elves attempted, since it’s for a cukur rambut this saturday – which i’d probably attend at the rate my non-contracting uterus is going. BAH!
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